Azrael doesn't seem the least bit phased by the information itself in regards to someone 'tangling' with a dragon before. Azrael assumed that Kane meant slept-with, as he highly doubted a level 1 character caster who seemed more or less no stronger or weaker than himself could survive such a confrontation, though his eyes did Dart to the one claiming to follow another Dragon patron - His eyes studying the tortle curiously for a moment, he would need to speak with him later to learn more, right now that wasn't relevant unless the tortle served one in particular.
Intimidation factor for the last paragraph below, for flavor, not for intent actually threaten.. basically fluff/rp/etc: 25
Azrael continues to ponder after having swiftly read through the letter almost literally mulling his thoughts in his jaw as his tongue slicks over his sharp teeth within as everyone comes to wild conclusions and possibilities, he sticks with the more plain ones. Hrmm Mr. Nighthill, I believe Kane may be onto a good possibility, yet there may yet still be a simpler explanation. Who brought the letter to you? While it is possible Milo himself did.. if that were the case, why not just tell you in person. So that brings up the question: Who brought this letter to you? and is it possible they read it prior to delivery? I say this only because if Milo himself did not, then whoever did may be working against him, you, or both which would lead me to believe there is a mole who would seek to aquire this 'artifact'.' Whether this mole has ties to the dragon cultists, or not remains to be seen, if he even exists. I am, once more, simply conjecturing - Trying to fill as many slots of possibilities before we all run out to learn more.
And yes, barring someone having been the middle man for the letter, I will be heading to the temple, to atleast assuage the possibility there. But I also agree the largest of our forces should head to Milo's as it is the most likely place to be ambushed or attacked.
And before addressing Nurm, he adds a final point to one particular comment the Governor had made... In regards to the cultists, you do not have any reason to worry about me showing any degree of mercy. I will show enough restraint that they may make themselves useful before I turn them into a husk of ash. But it is they who should fear me. as if to emphasize his point, the miniscule gaps between his scales seemed to glow like a pulse from the front of his lips, to the very tip of his tale, in an undulating pattern. The air becoming more charged around him to the point of creating a slight static pull for several feet around him as the dragonborn grinned as if expecting a slaughter should he run into one of these 'cultists.'
after a long, tense moment though he settled back down, though his eyes were more open than before like a warrior before a battle, in anticipation of what was to come.
Once again, Harmony zones out a bit once Azrael starts theorizing. But then she feels the noticeable change in the air and sees that he's going for some sort of display of power/intent. Just for dramatic effect, she uses prestidigitation to create crackling sparks around him as he speaks.
Roladd is happy enough when the group seem to appreciate the map, and grins at Harmony's suggestion. "Don't worry, I'm on it!" He says, and once Nurm assures him that he's fine he leaves, walking with determination like a soldier who has been given a mission.
Once the kid is gone, the conversation flows again. "You are right in guessing that Milo did not gave me the letter himself. Sadly, it wasn't a middleman that gave it to me, he sent it by raven. If it had been a person, we could have had a suspect." He answers to Azrael, feeling frustrated. When the dragonborn makes his powerful declaration (with a little help from the tiefling girl, but he wouldn't be aware of that), he is visibly intimidated but smiles, reasured that he did not hired any weaklings for the job.
He turns to Gunra. "That being said, I believe you might be onto something." He states. "If you do go to Milo's house, please do consider checking that place as well. Meanwhile, I shall be making a list of all the mill workers and trying to see if anyone was spotted there and why. If there is a mole as you speculate, that might be a good place to start looking."
He stands up and walks out. "I now have work to do, and you all should get to work too. Tonight we shall reunite to share our findings, and should results be made we can start talking about your payment. See you all then, and good luck."
Then he leaves.
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Gunra tries not to snort as Azrael preens and carries on, but he waits patiently. When it seems the dragonborn had said his fill and the governor dismissed them, he hefts his shield and axe and makes eye contact with the robed humanoid. His body language is casual, slow, hurried, but the eye fixed on Azrael does not waver.
"Zinfandel, I can endure your . . . long-windedness. But try to keep the posturing to a minimum. Leave it to the frightened whelps to huff and growl and rattle their scales. A predator simply kills."
His head turns away, briefly regarding his other colleagues as he makes to exit the building. They had work to do.
Once Gunra has left, Harmony stands up and gives Azreal a friendly nudge. "Don't listen to him, he's no fun. C'mon, we should get going."
As they walk out, she tries to catch Roladd's eye and gives him a two-fingered salute, expression dead serious for a moment before breaking into a grin.
"I agree with you Gunra. Not my style either. Let's see what we can find out at Milo's house and the mill." Petmailer packs up his gear and walks out the door, turning down the road. As he walks, he turns to Gunra and says "I have never traveled with a Tortle, I am interested in your kind. It will be good to get to know you Gunra. I think I can open up the house if you can stand watch to look out for any passers by. Let's wait for the others to catch up."
Also as he is walking, he looks for any unusual activity, anyone spying on them or stalking their movements, anyone who appears out of place. "Heh, yeah right. Like we don't." He smile a smirking grin to himself.
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As Gunra had already left before he could reply, Azrael simply huffs as he shakes off the comment. Settling his spear onto his back to free his hands for casting if need be as he says to the non-existent tortle And a predator also thrills in the hunt. In the fear he can bring upon his prey. And whelps? I am no youngling, I am already fifteen! he says before turning to leave with Harmony and nodding in agreement with her comment. Azrael didn't seem as shaken by anyone's comments as his words may otherwise imply. Don't worry Harmony, I didn't. And yes, let us be on our way. Our lead is the least likely to bear fruit, but a lost item is always in the last place you check, no point in not making sure. If it should come to a fight, let me take point.
And with that he and Harmony would begin their walk out toward the Temple to question a certain friend of the governor. As they go though, much like Mailer, he would observe the area around him and along the path they were going just in case.
"I can handle myself, thank you very much."As if to prove her point, Harmony pulls the rapier from her belt and gives it a few practiced spins. Re-sheathing it, she seems to brush off the perceived insult in an instant. "So, what's our strategy? Good cop, bad cop? Cast a spell to make him like us?"
While they walk, Harmony is more focused on finding the way to the temple than looking for clues. She generally knows where it is, especially with looking at Roladd's map earlier, but it isn't exactly a location she frequents.
Azrael grunts in response, not even looking at her as she makes her initial response. It was a request, not a comment.As for strategy, good cop good cop. If the man is truly not suspect, and is on good terms with the Nighthills, it would be better if we did not harm relations here. it was also clear Azrael was holding some degree of intent back. I am moderately decent at spotting falsehood, if you can approach with whatever you feel may be good questions in regards to all this, I will observe and watch for signs of lies. Then, if we detect lies, and he isn't forthcoming, then we both can become the bad cop.
"Alright, I can work with that,"Harmony agrees, already thinking of potential questions and ways to angle the conversation so the priest will be more likely to answer. After a moment, she concedes, "And if it comes down to combat, I'll let you do the honors."
As we are walking to the house, Petmailer reaches over and pats Gunren's carapace. Thunk, thunk. "Right good armor that. Seems handy to have a shell like that." He reaches and strapped to his backpack is a small shield. "Not as good as yours, I bet your shell can turn quite a few blades. Also it seems good for dragons. If we get blasted by a dragon I might try to crawl in there with you."
Petmailer keeps his eyes peeled, scanning the roads, houses as they go. He says to himself, "A Sentinel keeps his watch, always alert, ever on guard", looking back and forth. He pulls a coin out of his pouch, flips it and rolls it over his knuckles, back and forth.
Kane sees that everyone is getting ready to leave so he gets up as well. “Don’t worry, Mr. Nighthill, we shall find your friend. On my word.” He stands up and heads out the down along with the group heading to Milo’s house. As he walks, he turns his head to watch Azrael and Harmony. “I don’t think the Dragonborn trusts me. But what did you expect? You’re a Tiefling. This isn’t Malywn’s tavern anymore. So people...will always be suspicious, no matter what you do.” Kane thinks. He sighs. As he walks along the road towards the house, he keeps an eye out for anyone following them or watching them. Perception: 22
The tortle in question scans Petmailer up and done.
"Sometimes it is better to be nimble. Against a dumb brute, yes, the shell can be useful, but I wouldn't withdraw against a creature as intelligent as a dragon. They'd just carry me off and drop me, crack me open like a chicken egg and gobble up the soft bits." Gunra's tone is nonchalant, neutral, as if he was just discussing unpleasant weather and not a theoretical, gruesome death. "And the shell doesn't block elemental attacks all that well. Its still a part of me, and lightning at least doesn't care much what part of me it hits But yes, blades at least, have some trouble."
He suddenly found himself hoping there was an ambush at the house. Hopefully not a dragon wyrmling, but some ill-seasoned cultist. Something easy to take down, but challenging enough so he could better appraise his allies' combat capabilities.
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As you exit the Inn, you feel a few eyes on you: Farmers stop their work to watch you pass, and people inside their houses peek through the windows. It seems a there's some curiosity and wearyness about the "strange people" who just came to town. Probably nothing of a conspiracional nature, though.
Those of you who went to the Temple walked through a shorter and very unremarkable road. Those of you who went in the direction of Milo's house had to walk a somewhat longer road, passing through the small wooden bridge over that part of the stream. There's green and luscious farmlands, and you hear birds singing and roosters crowing as you walk past them.
To the Temple:
As you walk in, the very first thing that you notice is that the Temple is surrounded by a garden of wild roses, and the fragrant aroma of these flowers covers the entire area. Either as an acolyte, or as the person who was already in the town and has heard about it, you recognize the reason for this garden and flowerbeds: These roses are a tribute to Chauntea, the Grain Goddess, whom symbol is a blooming rose over grain and who's the patron deity of this temple. This symbol is also represented all over the temple.
Eadyan Falconmoon, the man you seek, is inside the Temple: He is a Wood Elf, but his gray eyes and paler skin reveal some Moon heritage. He is wearing a brown cloak.
He is not alone when you enter the Temple: He seems to be in the middle of a conversation with another man, a half-elf Monk who carries a bunch of maps and scrolls on his back.
They interrupt their conversation as soon as you come in. Eadyan is quick to welcome you. "Hello Harmony, I have heard some things about you. Is this a friend of yours?" He says, offering his hand for a formal handshake. "My name is Eadyan Falconmoon, pastoral priest of Chauntea. I'm always honored to see new faces visiting this humble temple, and it's not everyday one gets to meet one of Bahamut's beloved children."
The monk stays where he is, and it's clear from the get-go that he does not share the priest's enthusiasm over seeing a dragonborn of all things, or a tiefling as well for that matter. He seems wary from you both, and only introduces himself when the priest raises an eyebrow at him. "Leosin Erlanthar" He says with a polite smile.
To Milo's house:
The house is separated from the rest of the road, with the entrance door facing the opposite direction. A path of gravel leads from the main road to the house's door.
The wooden house is rather small, but looks tall enough to have at least two floors inside it, and a chimney can be seen on the roof. There's no windows, and there's a single entrance in the form of a wooden door with two locks: The door's regular one, and an extra one made of bronze.
To Petmailer:
When you inspect the locks, you find that they look as if they were recently breaken in, and then locked again from the inside. Whoever tried to lock them again was in a hurry, and the locks could be opened again easily with the right tools.
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"It's nice to finally meet you, Eadyan." Harmony steps forward to shake his hand with a warm smile, then spends a moment taking in her surroundings. "It's a shame I haven't visited the temple before. The gardens are beautiful. Do you tend to them yourself?"
Stepping aside, she gestures to the dragonborn next to her. "This is Azrael, a colleague of mine."
Azrael doesn't seem the least bit phased by the information itself in regards to someone 'tangling' with a dragon before. Azrael assumed that Kane meant slept-with, as he highly doubted a
level 1 charactercaster who seemed more or less no stronger or weaker than himself could survive such a confrontation, though his eyes did Dart to the one claiming to follow another Dragon patron - His eyes studying the tortle curiously for a moment, he would need to speak with him later to learn more, right now that wasn't relevant unless the tortle served one in particular.Intimidation factor for the last paragraph below, for flavor, not for intent actually threaten.. basically fluff/rp/etc: 25
Azrael continues to ponder after having swiftly read through the letter almost literally mulling his thoughts in his jaw as his tongue slicks over his sharp teeth within as everyone comes to wild conclusions and possibilities, he sticks with the more plain ones. Hrmm Mr. Nighthill, I believe Kane may be onto a good possibility, yet there may yet still be a simpler explanation. Who brought the letter to you? While it is possible Milo himself did.. if that were the case, why not just tell you in person. So that brings up the question: Who brought this letter to you? and is it possible they read it prior to delivery? I say this only because if Milo himself did not, then whoever did may be working against him, you, or both which would lead me to believe there is a mole who would seek to aquire this 'artifact'.' Whether this mole has ties to the dragon cultists, or not remains to be seen, if he even exists. I am, once more, simply conjecturing - Trying to fill as many slots of possibilities before we all run out to learn more.
And yes, barring someone having been the middle man for the letter, I will be heading to the temple, to atleast assuage the possibility there. But I also agree the largest of our forces should head to Milo's as it is the most likely place to be ambushed or attacked.
And before addressing Nurm, he adds a final point to one particular comment the Governor had made... In regards to the cultists, you do not have any reason to worry about me showing any degree of mercy. I will show enough restraint that they may make themselves useful before I turn them into a husk of ash. But it is they who should fear me. as if to emphasize his point, the miniscule gaps between his scales seemed to glow like a pulse from the front of his lips, to the very tip of his tale, in an undulating pattern. The air becoming more charged around him to the point of creating a slight static pull for several feet around him as the dragonborn grinned as if expecting a slaughter should he run into one of these 'cultists.'
after a long, tense moment though he settled back down, though his eyes were more open than before like a warrior before a battle, in anticipation of what was to come.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Once again, Harmony zones out a bit once Azrael starts theorizing. But then she feels the noticeable change in the air and sees that he's going for some sort of display of power/intent. Just for dramatic effect, she uses prestidigitation to create crackling sparks around him as he speaks.
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Roladd is happy enough when the group seem to appreciate the map, and grins at Harmony's suggestion. "Don't worry, I'm on it!" He says, and once Nurm assures him that he's fine he leaves, walking with determination like a soldier who has been given a mission.
Once the kid is gone, the conversation flows again. "You are right in guessing that Milo did not gave me the letter himself. Sadly, it wasn't a middleman that gave it to me, he sent it by raven. If it had been a person, we could have had a suspect." He answers to Azrael, feeling frustrated. When the dragonborn makes his powerful declaration (with a little help from the tiefling girl, but he wouldn't be aware of that), he is visibly intimidated but smiles, reasured that he did not hired any weaklings for the job.
He turns to Gunra. "That being said, I believe you might be onto something." He states. "If you do go to Milo's house, please do consider checking that place as well. Meanwhile, I shall be making a list of all the mill workers and trying to see if anyone was spotted there and why. If there is a mole as you speculate, that might be a good place to start looking."
He stands up and walks out. "I now have work to do, and you all should get to work too. Tonight we shall reunite to share our findings, and should results be made we can start talking about your payment. See you all then, and good luck."
Then he leaves.
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Gunra tries not to snort as Azrael preens and carries on, but he waits patiently. When it seems the dragonborn had said his fill and the governor dismissed them, he hefts his shield and axe and makes eye contact with the robed humanoid. His body language is casual, slow, hurried, but the eye fixed on Azrael does not waver.
"Zinfandel, I can endure your . . . long-windedness. But try to keep the posturing to a minimum. Leave it to the frightened whelps to huff and growl and rattle their scales. A predator simply kills."
His head turns away, briefly regarding his other colleagues as he makes to exit the building. They had work to do.
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Once Gunra has left, Harmony stands up and gives Azreal a friendly nudge. "Don't listen to him, he's no fun. C'mon, we should get going."
As they walk out, she tries to catch Roladd's eye and gives him a two-fingered salute, expression dead serious for a moment before breaking into a grin.
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"I agree with you Gunra. Not my style either. Let's see what we can find out at Milo's house and the mill." Petmailer packs up his gear and walks out the door, turning down the road. As he walks, he turns to Gunra and says "I have never traveled with a Tortle, I am interested in your kind. It will be good to get to know you Gunra. I think I can open up the house if you can stand watch to look out for any passers by. Let's wait for the others to catch up."
Also as he is walking, he looks for any unusual activity, anyone spying on them or stalking their movements, anyone who appears out of place. "Heh, yeah right. Like we don't." He smile a smirking grin to himself.
Perception : 23
As Gunra had already left before he could reply, Azrael simply huffs as he shakes off the comment. Settling his spear onto his back to free his hands for casting if need be as he says to the non-existent tortle And a predator also thrills in the hunt. In the fear he can bring upon his prey. And whelps? I am no youngling, I am already fifteen! he says before turning to leave with Harmony and nodding in agreement with her comment. Azrael didn't seem as shaken by anyone's comments as his words may otherwise imply. Don't worry Harmony, I didn't. And yes, let us be on our way. Our lead is the least likely to bear fruit, but a lost item is always in the last place you check, no point in not making sure. If it should come to a fight, let me take point.
And with that he and Harmony would begin their walk out toward the Temple to question a certain friend of the governor. As they go though, much like Mailer, he would observe the area around him and along the path they were going just in case.
Percep: 6
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"I can handle myself, thank you very much." As if to prove her point, Harmony pulls the rapier from her belt and gives it a few practiced spins. Re-sheathing it, she seems to brush off the perceived insult in an instant. "So, what's our strategy? Good cop, bad cop? Cast a spell to make him like us?"
While they walk, Harmony is more focused on finding the way to the temple than looking for clues. She generally knows where it is, especially with looking at Roladd's map earlier, but it isn't exactly a location she frequents.
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Azrael grunts in response, not even looking at her as she makes her initial response. It was a request, not a comment. As for strategy, good cop good cop. If the man is truly not suspect, and is on good terms with the Nighthills, it would be better if we did not harm relations here. it was also clear Azrael was holding some degree of intent back. I am moderately decent at spotting falsehood, if you can approach with whatever you feel may be good questions in regards to all this, I will observe and watch for signs of lies. Then, if we detect lies, and he isn't forthcoming, then we both can become the bad cop.
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Gunra grunts. The elf was amicable enough, it seemed.
"Makes sense. Not many of us, and we tend to spread out."
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"Alright, I can work with that," Harmony agrees, already thinking of potential questions and ways to angle the conversation so the priest will be more likely to answer. After a moment, she concedes, "And if it comes down to combat, I'll let you do the honors."
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As we are walking to the house, Petmailer reaches over and pats Gunren's carapace. Thunk, thunk. "Right good armor that. Seems handy to have a shell like that." He reaches and strapped to his backpack is a small shield. "Not as good as yours, I bet your shell can turn quite a few blades. Also it seems good for dragons. If we get blasted by a dragon I might try to crawl in there with you."
Petmailer keeps his eyes peeled, scanning the roads, houses as they go. He says to himself, "A Sentinel keeps his watch, always alert, ever on guard", looking back and forth. He pulls a coin out of his pouch, flips it and rolls it over his knuckles, back and forth.
Kane sees that everyone is getting ready to leave so he gets up as well. “Don’t worry, Mr. Nighthill, we shall find your friend. On my word.” He stands up and heads out the down along with the group heading to Milo’s house. As he walks, he turns his head to watch Azrael and Harmony. “I don’t think the Dragonborn trusts me. But what did you expect? You’re a Tiefling. This isn’t Malywn’s tavern anymore. So people...will always be suspicious, no matter what you do.” Kane thinks. He sighs. As he walks along the road towards the house, he keeps an eye out for anyone following them or watching them.
Perception: 22
The tortle in question scans Petmailer up and done.
"Sometimes it is better to be nimble. Against a dumb brute, yes, the shell can be useful, but I wouldn't withdraw against a creature as intelligent as a dragon. They'd just carry me off and drop me, crack me open like a chicken egg and gobble up the soft bits." Gunra's tone is nonchalant, neutral, as if he was just discussing unpleasant weather and not a theoretical, gruesome death. "And the shell doesn't block elemental attacks all that well. Its still a part of me, and lightning at least doesn't care much what part of me it hits But yes, blades at least, have some trouble."
He suddenly found himself hoping there was an ambush at the house. Hopefully not a dragon wyrmling, but some ill-seasoned cultist. Something easy to take down, but challenging enough so he could better appraise his allies' combat capabilities.
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As you exit the Inn, you feel a few eyes on you: Farmers stop their work to watch you pass, and people inside their houses peek through the windows. It seems a there's some curiosity and wearyness about the "strange people" who just came to town. Probably nothing of a conspiracional nature, though.
Those of you who went to the Temple walked through a shorter and very unremarkable road. Those of you who went in the direction of Milo's house had to walk a somewhat longer road, passing through the small wooden bridge over that part of the stream. There's green and luscious farmlands, and you hear birds singing and roosters crowing as you walk past them.
To the Temple:
As you walk in, the very first thing that you notice is that the Temple is surrounded by a garden of wild roses, and the fragrant aroma of these flowers covers the entire area. Either as an acolyte, or as the person who was already in the town and has heard about it, you recognize the reason for this garden and flowerbeds: These roses are a tribute to Chauntea, the Grain Goddess, whom symbol is a blooming rose over grain and who's the patron deity of this temple. This symbol is also represented all over the temple.
Eadyan Falconmoon, the man you seek, is inside the Temple: He is a Wood Elf, but his gray eyes and paler skin reveal some Moon heritage. He is wearing a brown cloak.
He is not alone when you enter the Temple: He seems to be in the middle of a conversation with another man, a half-elf Monk who carries a bunch of maps and scrolls on his back.
They interrupt their conversation as soon as you come in. Eadyan is quick to welcome you. "Hello Harmony, I have heard some things about you. Is this a friend of yours?" He says, offering his hand for a formal handshake. "My name is Eadyan Falconmoon, pastoral priest of Chauntea. I'm always honored to see new faces visiting this humble temple, and it's not everyday one gets to meet one of Bahamut's beloved children."
The monk stays where he is, and it's clear from the get-go that he does not share the priest's enthusiasm over seeing a dragonborn of all things, or a tiefling as well for that matter. He seems wary from you both, and only introduces himself when the priest raises an eyebrow at him. "Leosin Erlanthar" He says with a polite smile.
To Milo's house:
The house is separated from the rest of the road, with the entrance door facing the opposite direction. A path of gravel leads from the main road to the house's door.
The wooden house is rather small, but looks tall enough to have at least two floors inside it, and a chimney can be seen on the roof. There's no windows, and there's a single entrance in the form of a wooden door with two locks: The door's regular one, and an extra one made of bronze.
To Petmailer:
When you inspect the locks, you find that they look as if they were recently breaken in, and then locked again from the inside. Whoever tried to lock them again was in a hurry, and the locks could be opened again easily with the right tools.
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Gunra sizes up the house, then looks to the soil, searching for prints near the entrance and windows - and for any evidence of a struggle.
((If applicable, Survival 15))
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"It's nice to finally meet you, Eadyan." Harmony steps forward to shake his hand with a warm smile, then spends a moment taking in her surroundings. "It's a shame I haven't visited the temple before. The gardens are beautiful. Do you tend to them yourself?"
Stepping aside, she gestures to the dragonborn next to her. "This is Azrael, a colleague of mine."
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Petmailer examines the door and the lock for traps : 8
He then asks his fingers to remember the old days, the familiar clicks and tumbles, and uses the thieves tools to unlock the door : 19
He asks Gunra to stand in front of him or blocking any view of what he is doing and prevent any lookie loos from seeing what is going on.
((wow. Just... wow.))
“Good work, Mailer!” Kane pats him on the back. “It seems that have experience with this.”
You indeed seem to know the tools well.
Nurm carefully looks around, to make sure they are not being observed.
((Hope you haven't used all your luck on those rolls))